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Yes, at last the lifelong battle was on He knew it He knew, too, whatever his fate with her or without her, heof that manhood the consciousness of which she had aroused

All he kneas that, through the medium of his love for her, whatever in hienerated, was noake, alive, strong, vital, indestructible--an ihalways, always, to the deathless source frone breaking in the glasses standing on the table between them, rim to riuarded exchange of words and silences

Sylvia sprang up and pushed her chair into the farther corner against the balcony rail, where no light fell except the radiance of the stars Here Siward joined her, dragging his chair around so that it faced her as she leaned back, tilted against a shadowy column

"Is this Bohemianisoing to shtful!" daintily sniffing the aroarette "It always reminds me of you--there on the cliffs, that first day Do you re up in my face? … You say you reirl asks you … is there? Oh, I won't argue with you, if you insist that you do remember You will not be like any other s that women remember! … And believe thatto spill over, and I don't care a copper penny whether you really do remember or not! … Yes, I do care! … Oh, all women care It is their first disappointet and still remember to care for them--a little! … Stephen, I said a little; and that is all that you are permitted to care forto say things! … Stephen, you silly! you arelove to me!"

In the darkness his hand encountered hers on the wooden rail, and the treer, then let it rest with its slender fellow-prisoners There was no use in trying to speak just then--utterly useless her voice in the soft, rounded throat ihtened and hahtened